Chicago Ruthless Series Novels & Stories

As expected, he was KO’ed on the floor. He falls beside her, totally unconscious. Rio quickly kicks the butcher knife away, which as for her opinion belongs to her kitchen. “This thief.” She panted. Sweat trickled on her forehead, perhaps it was brought by the terror she felt ingoing earlier. How could she not be terrified? It was beyond the horrors she was struggling to with, but what she couldn’t comprehend was why did this man try to kill her? It doesn’t make sense. Had Chicago pay for her head, because of what she had done? That’s ridiculous. She knew Chicago wouldn’t pay a penny. He loves his money more than anything on this world. It means his fortune, it was more than a partner he cou

“You have been silent for too long. Report.” I clasped my hands in my lap. “The Godfather’s men are operating in Chicago. I traced them to a location and after questioning, it was confirmed that they are indeed his people. They have training houses and women are being sold like cattle. This is a direct violation of bratva law and...” “Enough.” Another cut me off with a dismissive wave. “You're chasing ghosts. Every young bratva head thinks they see conspiracies. Do not waste our time, besides do you think we haven't heard about your own little shenanigans?”

“Investigators are following all leads including her famous employer.” Claire Russo added that Yang’s employer at PPS, Richard Mackenzie, couldn’t be reached for comment. Had he reached out to me because he’d known? A shiver crawled up the backs of my arms and I rubbed them. In the next clip, Detective Jeff Lohmann of the Chicago Police Department stood at a podium to give a statement. Years ago, he and my dad had been partners, and he remained a close family friend. Now, he was chief homicide detective of the Chicago PD Violent Crimes Division.

You let the guilty fill the space between your questions with their fear. By the time the night was over, I had names. Routes. Accounts. Faces burned into memory. Rico had moved his base to Chicago’s south side, in a derelict auto plant turned drug hub. And Nathaniel’s money was the vein feeding all of it. They thought I was just a businessman playing gangster. They forgot the part of me that had built empires out of blood and silence long before I put on a tie.

Cristiano dismissed him curtly. After their conversation at the hospital, Cristiano and Adrian didn't waste a single moment. They left for Chicago, intent on delivering justice to Adrian’s uncles who had murdered Alexander Cross. Adrian was no longer a fugitive; he was a man returning to claim his throne as the Chicago Don, exactly as his father had intended.

His brows drew together as he saw their enemy and business rivals sitting calmly on the chairs behind the large dark glass table. His expression darkened. He reached for his gun immediately. His father cut him off with his hard gaze. Liam gestured to him to put the gun back. He shrugged his shoulders and slid it back in the holster. But he was alert. Every eye followed them as they walked in. Vincent, the capo of Detroit stayed on the seat like a king. He clenched his hands in exasperation. It made him scowl why his brother asked him to put the gun down. He could see his underboss Dominick and some more.

Never got to run in a touchdown though, that’s for sure. The place was busier than usual, but there were still some good spots at the bar. Dutchman’s is the kind of place where nobody bothers you. Shellacked pine booths with high backs and the lights are low. A few factory guys most nights, but usually none of the IFI crowd. Some cops. Franklin brings his wife here during basketball season. Food’s okay. I ordered a draft and a plate of chili fries. I finished the draft a little faster than I’d meant to and ordered another without thinking and then another before kickoff. Chicago was looking good and sometime before the second quarter I started to relax. This case wasn’t like anything I’d eve

Hunter muttered. Rasmus jumped at the truck as he stumbled on the front. He saw a human guy in the driving seat. With a low snarl, he slammed his paws on the windscreen before it crashed. The driver turned the steering wheel completely as the truck screeched and headed into the woods. Before it could crash Rasmus sunk his teeth in that man's shoulder, yanking him out before jumping off the truck as it crashed and then there was a huge blast as the golden hue of fire covered the whole place.

Rachel’s point of view The convoy rolled through the city without slowing down. Six black SUVs cut through traffic while Kane motorcycles secured every intersection ahead of us. Nobody spoke over the radio unless it was necessary. Matthew’s men operated with disciplined precision, they weren’t rushing into a fight. They were preparing to win one. I sat beside Matthew in the lead vehicle, studying the blueprint of the old Raphael Financial Archive on the tablet resting on my lap. “It’s changed,” I murmured. Matthew glanced at the screen, “What do you mean?” He asked.

We are mobsters, we live for blood, we breathe blood and if shove comes to push, we bathe in the same blood. “Everything is set on my side. We just have to receive that fucking shipment. “I smile at Hugo's words. Hunter's shipment is arriving in Chicago in 2 days. I will get rid of him. The guy thinks he can come to my city and bark orders at me walking all over me. But I will remind him that I run this city. I own the streets. “Good, that fucker won't even know what hit him.”I grin. “Don't you think we should have a plan B? in case this one fails.”Hugo asks and I can sense his worry. Hunter is one sneaky bastard and it is not going to be easy to take him down. I understand that.